Twenty minutes later, the m- no, Delirious, was gouging himself on a plate of toast and scrambled eggs. His mask was hiked up on his face so that he could eat, but wasn't revealing much. Evan felt oddly disappointed.

He watched as Delirious shoveled egg into his mouth on the toast. "THIS SHIT IS GOOD!" he mumbled around his food. "For a place that practically has a prison in its basement, it's got a good cook!" "Actually, I cooked that..." Evan muttered in embarrassment, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. For a guy known for shooting at things and breaking the law constantly for fun in his free time to be a great cook... kind of mortifying.

"Well, damn, you're a hella good cook," Delirious marveled before launching himself onto the food once more. There was a slightly awkward silence for a while, the room quiet aside from the clattering of silverware and crunching of toast. He lifted his face from the plate long enough to speak. "What the hell man? You want something from me, or you just gonna watch me eat like a damn creep?" Delirious laughed that crazy laugh of his, winking at Evan. Evan almost choked. What's with this guy and winking at everything that moves?

"Well, actually..." he sighed. How am I supposed to ask this? He shook his head. Spit it out, Evan. "You still haven't answered my first question. Why were you even following me to begin with?" Delirious scowled. "Buttering me up with breakfast, huh? Fine, fine, I'll tell you. Can I at least get some clean clothes first and some water, though?" Evan scowled. "No, you'll get them after. Now talk," he growled firmly. Delirious took a deep breath. "A rival gang hired me to spy on you. At least, that was the plan." He rolled his eyes. "I'd tell you who it was, but that would be the stupidest thing I could do. Unless I wanted to get captured and tortured by them."

Evan couldn't help but feel like Delirious was holding something back. But it didn't seem like he was lying- and the gang leader had years of experience sniffing out lies. He felt confident that he could squeeze more information out of him later. Delirious tapped his foot on the hard stone floor impatiently and raised an eyebrow.

"So, about that water?"

--TIME SKIP--

Fong handed Delirious a neatly folded pile of blankets and clothes and placed a large bucket of water on the ground. The masked man grinned ear-to-ear (not that Fong could see it) and held up one of the blankets, which unfolded to reveal a black sheet covered in little smiling, golden owl heads. "And what is this?" he laughed crazily, waving it around. The tips of Fong's ears glowed red as he scowled. "A friend of mine named Nogla bought it as a joke last year. It's not like I picked it out." "Sure, sure, if that's... if that's what you insist!" "I picked out blue, because it's similar to what you have on right now," Fong explained as the blankets were tossed onto the cot.

Delirious nodded in approval at the soft black pants and blue sweatshirt in his arms. They were a bit too big, but they'd do. "Are you just gonna watch while I change, or..." Fong turned around instantly, and Delirious snickered smugly when he couldn't help but notice the other's ears turned an even brighter shade of red.

Evan bit his bottom lip in surprise when Delirious told him it was alright to turn around. The blue sweatshirt hung low on his frame, showing off a defined collarbone and shoulders with soft, pale skin. The sleeves extended past his fingertips, and suddenly the hockey mask looked a lot less intimidating and actually kind of cute.

Delirious tilted his head to one side and asked in confusion, "What?" The mask's expression looked so innocent. "Nothing." Evan's voice sounded surprisingly calm as compared to how flustered he actually felt. "I'll be back later with lunch for you. Don't get into any trouble." Delirious giggled and threw himself back on the bed, wrapping his new blankets around himself.

He was really innocent for such a potentially dangerous person.

--TIME SKIP--

      The rest of the day passed by without any huge events. Evan had a total of three business meetings with various companies- all of which resulted in small agreements and nothing game-changing. The one thing he'd looked forward to was visiting Delirious. He'd went down to the basement twice; once to give him lunch and again to give him dinner. Evan couldn't help but smile remembering the way his favorite prisoner's eyes lit up when he was presented with food. And God, did he look adorable in that over-sized hoodie.

     Shaking his head, Evan reprimanded himself. He's literally your prisoner. In fact, he's probably planning to run the moment he gets the chance. His face isn't even visible. You're only interested in him because today was really boring. Evan tossed and turned in his bedsheets for a while, even resorting to counting owl- er, sheep. Very intimidating ones. Not fluffy or cute at all. Evil sheep. Eventually, all his conflicted thoughts faded into the background as sleep enveloped his senses.

      Delirious lay in his bed, staring up at the ceiling. Actually, he was staring at a table. The table was propped up on two chairs. And the bedframe was sitting in a corner, as Delirious had taken the mattress off. Yeah, there wasn't much to do there in the room but stack up shit and make a fort. Since Fong had given him multiple blankets, one of them was thrown over the structure so it would hang around the mattress like a curtain. Delirious grinned as he imagined Fong's surprise when he would walk in the next day. It actually kinda sucked that he had to kill Fong- he didn't really seem like a bad guy. But it was Del's job; he didn't have much of a choice now that he'd agreed to do it.

      He turned over in bed, wrapping the soft owl blanket tighter around himself. It smelled nice, like clean laundry and more faintly of cinnamon. Delirious curled into a little ball, closed his eyes, and dreamt of owls perched in cinnamon trees.

>>TIME SKIP<<

      Evan adjusted the plate, shifting it into one hand so he could open the door with the other. He'd made muffins this time. He unlocked and pushed open the door and faltered in confusion. In front of him was an odd structure with a blanket thrown over it. "Uhh..."

      "HEY, FONG!" Evan nearly dropped his plate as a masked face poked out from the blanket. Delirious's eyes were twinkling, sweatshirt slipping down his shoulders and gave Evan clear view down his toned chest. "Good morning... what is that?" He gestured at the fort, trying to distract himself from its creator's body.

     "Oh, haha... I got bored." Delirious chuckled his crazy laugh and rolled over, staring at Evan upside-down. His eyes suddenly widened to a comically large size. "Ooh, is that FOOOOOOOD?"

     Pretty soon, all of the muffins were gone. Delirious felt satisfied, feeling happy and full. Fong sat across from him on the floor (He kinda refused to destroy his fort), elbow resting on one knee. "Uh... so, Del. Erm, Delirious, sorry. Gotta ask you something." 'Del' couldn't resist a smile at the nickname Fong had given him. "Del's fine. Ask away."

     "Well... You know, you seem to be getting a bit stir-crazy in here. Not only that, but I need to utilize this room for- Ack, well, almost forgot I can't tell you that. You're a prisoner. Heh." Fong suddenly looked really uncomfortable. "I'm rambling. Point is! How would you feel if you were moved to a hotel room? Of course, we'd post guards, and board up the windows... but it'd be very comfortable." Delirious practically jumped for joy. A soft bed, bathroom that wasn't a bucket, and maybe even a bath sounded awesome. "Is there a catch?" "Actually, yes.

     "You've gotta tell me your name. And call me Evan, not Fong. Fong just sounds... weird." Delirious thought for a moment. "Ah, what the hell... Evan. I'm Jonathan Dennis. But seriously, call me Del. I like the sound of it." His eyes twinkled. The two of them shook hands formally, and it was agreed.

I feel kinda lonely. Nobody is reading this. But whatever, it's fun to write lol